Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guatemala and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Mars,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.